oh, ew do you ever think back to people you’ve dated/been involved in and been like what the FUCK was i thinking? oh so many of those thoughts going through my head right now.
Me approximately 30% of the time. But now I’m all like ~in a committed relationship with myself, yo~
oh, ew do you ever think back to people you’ve dated/been involved in and been like what the FUCK was i thinking? oh so many of those thoughts going through my head right now.
Me approximately 30% of the time. But now I’m all like ~in a committed relationship with myself, yo~
Everything is taking shape.
Soon, I will take my first step toward becoming a certified yoga teacher.
Then, I will go spend time with my cousin, who is so important to me. We’ll fart around for a week and be cool catz, we’ll hike and vandalize and thrift and cause trouble. I’ll come home relaxed and refreshed and sufficiently sweated out due to the sweet Phoenix heat, which I’m deeply, deeply in love with.
And then it’ll be Ericka’s barfday and I’ll make the old Gregg cake and SHE WILL LOVE IT BY GOD SHE WILL LOVE IT and then school will start and I will do so well in school and maybe start doing some regular teaching classes and EVERYTHING WILL FIT INTO PLACE.
That is all.
This day has been full of beauty, but none such as this have I ever seen.
Yes, I stood out in the hail for the full length of its duration, went to watch the swarm of lightning that raged to the east of us in Dallas. Glorious.
I helped my sister with a project and we actually got along. My brother decided to ask out his towering beauty, and I had a leftover artichoke. Fabulous.
But true beauty beyond the wonders of nature and artichokes I found unexpectedly. After finally asking my father how he became deaf in one ear, we began talking about art. “I almost sent you a link today,” he said, and tried desperately to explain an artist’s work. After seeing it I knew why it had been so difficult for me to comprehend. The work, according to all reason, should not be able to exist.
I have always been dubious of institutionalized art, but after seeing this man’s creations I am dubious of all “art”. Drawing, painting, digital art, photography, even in their highest forms, seem elementary compared to the creation of life that somehow this man has achieved.
Such an incredible sight, so ingenious and so complicatedly simple. Viewing it, and this is pure fact, I was brought to tears. I will post a link, and you must be sure to watch the video through.
I really wish people in my history class would speak about people in the room more quietly.
Because it’s not the first time, either. How about don’t shout “SHE’S A LESBIAN!?” And then stare at me.
You all jelly.
I’ve had the best two days of ever.
AND FRIDAY my bombass yoga teacher is coming over to do my makeup and hair for band banquet. AND THEN I’M GONNA GO TO BAND BANQUET.
And then on Saturday I’m gonna drentch that dance floor until it turns back into Ryan’s garage.
QUELL MY BEATING HEART.
I FEEL A SWELL OF EXCITEMENT COMING ON.
I’m really sorry
But something isn’t right and we can both tell.
I don’t know if it’s my doing or if I can change it.
but I ache and worry, because I’m afraid my concerns aren’t mutual.
And you’ve forgotten all about me.
It’s you I love and I love you
And someone loves those people too,
Let the strippers make their money
Let the pornstars earn their honey,
It’s all good fun and when it’s done
It’s you I love, it’s you I love.
Ship your self-doubt overseas,
and throw off your dungarees
Just let your Wasted Ovaries
Love and be loved by me.
Snippet of something I wrote yesterday:
You can’t hate the kid who rubbed your face in the sand
You can’t hate the government
You can’t hate the man
You can’t hate the machine, No matter what you do
And you can’t hate your parents because they love you
You can’t hate your rapist ‘cause he’s walking free
You can’t hate a fetus ‘til it’s a baby
You can’t hate advertisement
You can’t hate TV
So why is it okay to hate your own body?
Wrote some songs today;
Debating their sharing with you twits.
I mean, fuck, these are actually pretty good.
So motha’ucking excited for Band Banquet.
I’m gonna get there and be all nervous and excited.
And then I shall Dance. Oh, such sweet dancing!
And after much dancing, I shall wither and die, and my date/whoever is with my at time of death, shall have to drag me home in the back of their car.
( I can’t believe I can’t find the .gif of Jack dragging drugged-up Liz to bed. FMLWHATISMYLIFEIFICAN’TFINDA30ROCKGIFFOREVERYOCCAISION
